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Here Are the Lyrics to Trippie Redd's 'Dark Knight Dummo,' Feat. Travis Scott

Trippie Redd, 2017
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Trippie Redd performs onstage during the Day N Night Festival at Angel Stadium of Anaheim on Sept. 10, 2017 in Anaheim, Calif.

Trippie Redd's "Dark Knight Dummo," featuring Travis Scott, hit the charts in a big way this year, peaking at No. 72 on the Billboard Hot 100 (so far).

You've seen the creepy, horror movie-inspired video -- now check out the full lyrics to this banger.

Oh my god
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E) oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on

Aye, hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up)
Aye, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands

Yeah, hold up
I don't know what planet I'm on
I'm a king, lil bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I'll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causing havoc, yeah
Bitch I'm ballin' hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long lil' bitch, like elastic
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ay
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I'll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doom-doom-doom-doom, bitch, I'm blasting yeah
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah
Money stretch long, it's elastic
I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars)
I'm a king, lil' bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono I'll chop off your arms, yeah

Hold up, take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in
Count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in (yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond's dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
My diamond's dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands

Yeah
Astroworld's my planet, my home (yeah)
Car's too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it's lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don't subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let's get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can't fall asleep at night 'cause they attacking, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don't do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Like a octane (gas)
I'ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don't need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon' pop up on you like I'm Bloody Mary, man

Hold up, take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up)
Aye, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah
 

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Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group

Written by: Michael White, Jacques Webster, Carlton Mays

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